Gills
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“Lobster, lobster”
“Fish, fish”
Hi I'm Barry Scott, the dreaded apparition from the advertising anus. Beetroot. Have you ever had difficulty breathing underwater?
- Viewers: No, now go away or I'll whack out my out-whack quack doctor.
- Barry turding Scott: So you have well I can hel-
- Viewers: No, shimmy away you shining trolley. (Toilet flushes)
Other Gills[edit | edit source]
Gills are on overrace of fuzzbull hooligans who support their roof with their superior ghetto booty strength. To take part in their load bearing I suggest you don't do the unopposite of getting a life (or WordGirl).